When he arrived at his apartment, she was nowhere to be found.

The bedroom appeared slightly disheveled, a small suitcase opened as if someone had started packing but hadn't finished.

Waylen observed the scene silently before taking a shower and lying down.

It was then that Cecilia called him.

Feeling drained, Waylen answered with a touch of irritation, "What's up, Cecilia?"

Cecilia's voice carried a sob as she cried, "Waylen, do you know that Rena's father passed away?"

Waylen's eyes, previously closed in exhaustion, slowly opened wide.

His emotions started fading away, Leaving only darkness in his gaze.

Finally, he understood why Rena hadn't taken the suitcase with her, why her car had been left in the middle of the street, and why she hadn't had the energy to argue with him over the phone.

Her father had passed away.

How much had she endured the previous night?

Pale and shaken, Waylen had an inkling that his relationship with Rena was really reaching its end this time.

Without wasting another moment, he rushed to the hospital where the Gordon family and their relatives had gathered.

They were mourning the loss of Darren.

Seated in a wheelchair, Rena wore black attire with a white flower pinned to her chest.

Her face appeared smaller, her features sharper, and her weight loss was noticeable.

When Waylen approached, Rena cast only a fleeting glance his way, devoid of any particular emotion.

No love, no hatred. Nothing.

However, Tyrone couldn't restrain himself, grabbing Waylen's collar as he hissed fiercely, “How dare you show up here? Where were you when Rena needed help? Don't pretend to care."

Tyrone's voice dropped to a low, grinding growl.

“I warned you that if you didn't cherish her, I would make sure she was cherished."

Waylen forcefully pushed Tyrone away, who seemed ready to engage in a physical altercation.